when you're in town

I can never believe when you're in town,
except when you're right there
in front of my eyes, defying me
with how you clearly have substance
and shape. I never imagined you.

How hard I try, when you're not around,
to believe you exist. And you do; you do

It's when you are close, somehow
I can't even accept there's a chance,
however remote, that you'll come true.